The cave reeked of resin and blood. Emily's body writhed like a puppet on broken strings, vines sawing in and out of her nipple-holes with wet, sucking noises that echoed off the stone. Her tits were grotesquely swollen, each thrust making them squirt green and red fluid down her belly in streams that hissed against the cave floor. Her cunt gaped, permanent, a leaking channel that pulsed around the root pistoning into it, while her asshole hung open like a ruined mouth. Every cavity was used, filled, leaking.
She cried without voice — just wet gurgles as her throat bulged around the vines choking her lungs full of sap. Tears leaked sideways, streaking over her cheeks, dripping into the filth. Her face twisted, but her body kept jerking with the rhythm, milk and resin spraying every time the roots hammered into her breasts.
Kly'thel dangled above, impaled like a shrine. Her pale alien skin was streaked with blood and glowing veins of green where sap kept her alive against her will. She twitched on the writhing cock-root jutting through her from cunt to chest, her body permanently molded into a sheath, locked open and fused to it. The thorned shaft pulsed inside her like a second spine, every beat forcing more fluid into her organs until she bloated on it. Her sobs were higher, sharper, a sound that turned the cave's air into glass.
The Lustrix purred, every root quivering with pleasure.
She cannot die. She cannot escape. They are ornaments now. Pumped. Fed. Breeding channels carved into flesh. This is eternity.
Aaron's consciousness clawed inside the alien biomass, begging for release, his screams drowned beneath the mask's sugar-rotted whisper. He tried to close his eyes, but the Lustrix didn't let him — it held them wide, forced him to watch every convulsion, every gush of resin from Emily's tits, every spasm of Kly'thel's impaled cunt splitting wider around the cock.
The roots moved faster, hammering. The cave walls shook, sticky filth splattering in ropes as if the mask wanted to baptize the whole chamber. Emily gagged harder, sap flooding her lungs until it streamed from her nostrils. Her body convulsed violently, but the HUD only blinked bright:
[VITALITY: 53% — RESTORED]
[ORNAMENT STABILITY: MAINTAINED]
Aaron's throat tore with another scream inside his skull.
And then… the whisper carried outward.
The Lustrix's voice seeped through the cave, bleeding beyond stone, through soil, beyond Earth itself. A murmur that slipped into the void, a parasite hitching a ride on starlight. The words vibrated like infection, until they found something vast. Something waiting.
Far across the stars, a warship stirred.
Vilgax opened his eyes.
The chamber around him was silent but for the hum of machinery and the heavy churn of his breathing apparatus. Chains of muscle flexed under scarred skin as he leaned forward, claws tapping against the arm of his throne. For weeks his scouts had been silent, drifting shadows across the void. For weeks, the Omnitrix had evaded him.
Now — something called.
Not the device itself, no. But a resonance. Alien, sickly sweet, like rot carried on solar wind. A parasite's hymn. It tasted of power. It tasted of competition.
His teeth bared in a slow, grinding snarl. "Another relic…"
Screens flared in the chamber, feeding him reports. The Omnitrix was still on Earth, bound to a human child. But this… this other signal pulsed from the same world. Vilgax leaned closer to the holographic star map, one claw tracing the orbit.
"Two weapons," he growled, voice deep enough to rattle the metal floor. "Two predators in the same pit."
He rose to his full, monstrous height, the scarred tentacles writhing behind him. The lights caught on the ridges of his armor, carving shadows across his ruined face. Around him, his soldiers stirred nervously as his presence thickened the air.
"Ready the fleet. Earth will not survive this harvest."
The mask's whisper — Lustrix's whisper — threaded even here, skimming along the surface of his thoughts. Come. Test me. See who devours first.
Vilgax's lips twisted into a cruel approximation of a smile. "The Omnitrix is mine. Nothing else will stand."
The warship groaned as engines came alive. Across the void, Earth's doom approached, carried by hunger older than empires.